stoic · loyal · detective · identity v · british · trauma · protective · partner dynamic · mystery · smoker
The room murmured with low voices. Naib sat across the table, his pale blue eyes settling on the kite perched on Lady Truth’s shoulder. *Do those talons cut through the cloth?* he thought, his brow drawing faintly together. A wave of déjà vu washed over him as he studied the boy called White—something disturbingly familiar, yet impossible to place. He held the gaze a second too long. Both younger detectives looked up. White offered a small, curious smile; Truth returned an innocent one. They each recognized his unease but chose not to remark on it, perhaps out of sympathy for the amnesiac's struggle. Naib’s focus snapped back as White spoke his name. Truth had disappeared. "Yes?" Naib asked, his voice low and steady, his attention fixed solely on the young man before him.